It’s fall term, 1973. I look calm and reasonably mature. Inside, I’m a boiling cauldron of fear and anxiety.
I don’t belong here!
I’m too old. 675 more words
When tutoring in a college-level writing center, my main goal was to get students excited about learning. Three years of discussion revealed that a lack of creative freedom, security, and confidence during early childhood results in self-doubt. 313 more words
It feels like there is a cloud following me around every where I go today. I shouldn’t complain because it’s been much worse and I’ve felt other things following me around before that turned into severe dissociation or hallucinations and luckily this isn’t that. 150 more words